The dressing room was a world apart, its plush velvet couch creaking beneath us as Sara's moans filled the air, rapid and desperate.
"Ahh… ahh… yeahh… ahh…" she gasped, her voice breaking with each thrust of my dick into her pussy, her body arching beneath me in missionary position.
Her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me deeper, her thighs trembling against my hips. The bunched-up fabric of her wedding dress was a forgotten tangle around her, her naked skin flushed and hot against mine.
"Argh, fuck! I'm gonna cum… ahh…" I groaned, my voice ragged, my lips smooching the warm curve of her neck as I fucked her harder, chasing the tight coil of pleasure building inside me. Her scent—floral and musky, raw passion—flooded my senses, driving me wild.
"Yes… yes… fill me with your semen… give me… ahh…" Sara moaned, her eyes half-lidded and rolling back, lost in the edge of her climax.
